Two Rivers Isle Quilted red

"Sounds good," he replied, a small sensation of guilt tickling his pelt. "I haven't seen her since the bear attack," he continued, head coking in a curios sort of manner, "Perhaps I should seek her out too." He had never really had a friendly connection with a wolf roundabout his age before, apart from his family, so he deemed it to be one of his many tasks to get to know the others that resided on the Isle. "Maybe one day we will have that luxury," he spoke, curling his tail in interest, "I'm sure there are other who are willing to swear their loyalty; only time will really tell." With a twitch of his ears, he recalled the day they attacked the beast, the youngsters cry of pain, the bloodlust and carnage. Suppose that happened again and they had no way to help. "I...I've met someone around these areas who excels at healing," he brought up the subject casually, as more of a suggestion than an offer, "I could try and find her and convince her to join us. She could help us in case of any other accident. Should we need her of course." He kept his posture confident, trying to ignore the feelings of tiredness that stole through his body as he awaited Burkes response.